LOVE WINARSIH

92. Open Stitches

A few days after Winarsih was declared exhausted and had to spend 1 bottle of infusion. These past three days, Dean has looked very obedient to his wife.

Dean really doesn't want to sleep without seeing his wife's face. Although the distance of the patient bed and companion bed was quite far but Dean was happy enough to just sit in his wheelchair and caress Winarsih's head before the woman fell asleep.

"Would you eat first or change clothes first?" ask Winarsih.

"Change clothes first,"

"Yes, because today he said the stitches in the stomach will be opened. Soon maybe the doctor will come, so just clean up first."

Winarsih pulled the wheelchair closer to the bed and Dean, who was now more agile to move his right leg, was now able to move to the wheelchair a little faster.

During these few nights after Winarsih had fallen asleep, Dean always got up from his bed to train his footsteps.

Dean's right shoulder is no longer swollen. But it still had to be propped up with a cast stuck in his neck. Even so, Dean is more free to move his left hand to point something or hold objects.

"I'd like to ask the doctor to come home tomorrow. I'm afraid you're sleeping here all the time" Dean said as Winarsih pushed her into the bathroom.

"I'm okay, as long as it's not healed, Mr. Dean should be here," Winarsih said while unbuttoning his clothes one by one.

Dean just silently looked down at his wife's pair of hands that were always agile to do something. After changing her clothes, Winarsih asked her husband to stand up. Dean looked at his wife a little hesitating.

"Why?" ask Winarsih.

"Mmmm-I'm ashamed of Win," said Dean.

"So why? kok tumben's. I mean-" Winarsih was silent because Dean grunted at her.

"Tumbent kok? I mean I don't have that shame?" murmur Dean.

"That's not so, sir, I usually change all his clothes is also not a problem. What's today?" tanya Winarsih gently rubbed her husband's shoulder.

Winarsih felt that since Dean had an accident and was unable to move freely, her husband became more fussy and cranky.

Some days no touching his wife, Dean was a little jarring. Dean not only did not do conjugal relations, but also limited the usual touches he always addressed to his wife's body.

And just now, when Winarsih changed his clothes earlier, the touch of his wife's finger made his hair stand up. His special body part immediately rose. But Dean really did not want to trouble Winarsih there anymore.

So, now he just silently looked at his wife. She was embarrassed in case Winarsih found out how she was down there.

"Yes Win, I changed my pants myself" Dean said grimacing.

"Sir Dean why? is anyone sick?"

Dean shakes.

"Yes, here I change now." Winarsih lowered her hand to Dean's right arm until her stomach stuck to the man's chest. Dean took a long breath.

"You know, I'll change his clothes" Dean said.

"Sir, soon the doctor will open the stitches in the stomach. Father has not eaten breakfast. Dean sir why the hell?" tanya Winarsih pouted.

"It's okay. I'm not okay. Nobody is sick. Yes, it will be that instead. Can you?" Dean asked back.

"I can start standing on my own, yes, the pants are already here. Let me change that." Dean raised his hand to ask for his new clothes.

"Why should it be now? usually I change clothes, Mr. Dean is nothing. If you don't want to be touched with me, yes I'm out." Winarsih put Dean's clean clothes on her husband's lap then went out the bathroom.

"It's not Win. Because I want to touch you so much that I'm like Gini Win. It's so complicated anyway," Dean murmured while upholding his body and trying to open the subordinates of the patient's uniform itself.

After successfully opening his subordinates, Dean lowered his head while saying, "now he's sulking because you don't understand the situation."

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"The mother didn't come in? see my stitches removed?" doctor Firza asked before the Nurse closed the curtain around Dean's bed.

Dean who heard his wife's answer as short as that just grimaced to see the Doctor who was opening the gauze attached to his stomach.

"The wound is closed perfectly, sir, just wait for the dry. Yesterday the results of the CT SCAN his head went outside, I saw no serious problems. Just a mild concussion. Maybe later the dizziness that is felt will gradually disappear," explained Doctor Firza who re-applied the ointment over the stab wound in Dean's stomach.

"Tomorrow can I go home Doc?" ask Dean.

"Tomorrow? tomorrow is the eighth day? seems able. I will coordinate it." Doctor Firza again covered Dean's wound with gauze and plaster.

"This wound I close again let not be nagged first. Two or three more days can be controlled" said Doctor Firza while removing her gloves.

The nurse accompanying Doctor Firza reopened the curtains surrounding Dean's bed.

"I'm sorry first, his mother can meet his father again," said doctor Firza while smiling leaving the nursery.

"Win, tomorrow I said I could go home" Dean said from his bed. Winarsih sat on the sofa holding her phone.

"Yes," Winarsih replied briefly without turning her head towards her husband.

"Are you?"

"What do I have to answer again?" replied Winarsih still staring at her phone.

"You why the hell? don't you love me anymore what Win? no matter what," Dean murmured in a slightly irritated tone.

"Yes, what father? was I wrong until I changed my clothes I was asked to go outside? Though I was treated yesterday Mr. Dean seems very sad. Now that's even to me. Sometimes I don't understand what Mr. Dean wants. I try to take care of my father with all my abilities. But I don't think I can fulfill Mr. Dean's will." Winarsih took a breath and cried as much as she could on the sofa.

Dean who heard the long outpouring of the contents of his misunderstood wife's heart was stunned for a moment. Winarsih never spoke more than two sentences to her.

Winarsih was still crying as if on the sofa.

"Win--" call Dean in a panic.

The sound of Winarsih's crying grew louder.

"Win, not that. Ms. Winarsih, it's crying. I'm having a hard time standing on the couch, you're here" Dean called his wife who still wiped her tears many times.

"Win... Here baby," call Dean back out of bed.

"Look at me" said Dean.

Winarsih turned to her husband still as hiccupped. "Here's Win."

Slowly Winarsih got up to her husband's bed.

"Sit here." Dean patted the edge of his bed.

"Hug me here" Dean's pinta pulled his wife's arm.

"I'm sorry, it doesn't mean anything. I just don't want you to bother" Dean said, sipping a fragrant scent on his wife's neck.

"But usually it is so, why this morning you become different," isak Winarsih in the arms of her husband.

"The color this morning is different" murmured Dean closed his eyes.

"Which different?" Winarsih distanced herself from pulling her embrace.

"This color I don't want to take care of you," Dean said as he placed his wife's hand on the part of her maleness that now stands up straight because of her embrace at Winarsih just now.

Winarsih looked at her husband flabbergasted.

The To Be Continued.....

Turns out Winarsih can be angry too ama Dean XD